crucio ↠ billy hargrove

044

Location; Washington D.C.
July 19, 1984 (Day 29)

I checked the time on the clock on the bus. It was 8: 20. The sun was shining and I seemed to have slept all night. I hugged my bag tightly.

"Rise and shine," the old lady said a few sets right of me. I looked at her and she was looking right at me. She smiled a little. She looked very fancy with a matching blazer and pencil skirt.
"Hi," I replied.

"Are you lost? You seem lost," she asked me. I shook my head. I was lying. I didn't know when I was going to get off this bus.
"Okay, but here's something to buy yourself breakfast," she handed me a five dollar bill. "Thank you," 

I placed the five dollar bill in my leather jacket and I took out my mama's photo. I looked at her once again. A flash came towards me and it showed a large blue house. It was it a small neighbourhood on the outskirts of Washington Dc. There was a large tall building with a point on top a little far from where she lived.

The bus stopped and the lady stood up and walked away. I quickly glanced outside, there were huge buildings around. Maybe this is correct. I stood up and followed the lady out the bus. "Have a nice day!" said the bus driver.

"Have a nice day," I said back. I stepped off the bus and I slowly looked around. It was a little windy and there were many people walking on the sidewalk looking very elegant. Men with suits, women with suitcases. I looked out of place.
I looked for the tall building with the point on top. It was to my left. I followed it.

I wonder how Jon and the rest are doing. They might not have noticed my departure. I hope they don't find out where I went.

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It felt like my subconscious took me to her house. I was standing in front of the large blue house waiting to knock on it. I was too nervous to knock. My palms were sweating and my heart was beating quick. I had to knock.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I lifted my clenched fist and knocked on her door loudly. I took a few steps back. I stared straight at her brown door waiting for the doorknob to turn.

I saw the doorknob turn a little. I looked down, holding onto my bag tightly to my side. The door opened. It revealed a tall man with curly locks. He looked young.
"Tori? What happened to your hair?" he said letting out a laugh. "You look ridiculous, I tell ya," he continued. My eyes widened.

"Tori? Who's Tori?" I asked him. I was really confused at the moment.
"James, who's that?" another voice came from inside the house.

He widened his eyes, "What?"
The girl walked up to him and I couldn't believe my eyes. The girl gasped.

She looks exactly like me. But she had black long hair. It was looking in the mirror.
"You aren't Tori, huh?" James said.

I shook my head. I was too slow to then realise the hard hit that knocked me to the ground.

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